I couldn't do it. [his eyes open again, half-lidded] My dagger was there, I held it against my skin and yet...I could not. I didn't have the courage. And thus condemned him and myself at once. From there, after that opera came out of his, based on that banned play, the insult to the nobility...it was not difficult from there to make of him an outcast. Commissions stopped, his debts increased. He became ill.

I'd seen what I had done, how they mocked him in Court and I...I went to offer my assistance. His wife turned me away, but he...[Salieri's expression starts to crumple]...he greeted me as a friend. Welcomed me. [Antonio? Is that you? How are you?] Called me by name. This man whose life I'd ruined--[there's a hitch in his chest, something like a choked sob]--was so kind to me, and he promised me...[he trails off again, gaze still unfocused and distant, expression agonized as he sings, quietly]

On se reverra
Là où rien n'est plus rien...

[he blinks, once, as if coming out of a reverie] We'll meet again...